So only three people have read the book. One took it as his training manual and remains a successful part-time gambler. Another read the funny bits, ignored the more abstruse non-linear multivariate cognitive reasoning and remains addicted to cheeky 33/1 shots and working man's trixies.
The third was a blogger called Slippery Toad, who at that time had a website detailing one white collar executive's dream of making it from mug punter to the promised land of professional gambler. He was busy reading all the literature on horse racing, especially the American speed-based stuff. All of which is way beyond my modest little book. But what my book did was back-fill some of the basics – which co-incidentally is exactly what my management training does. He's now living his dream and, rather flatteringly, calls me his mentor.
(We did meet once. At Wolverhampton's all weather track one Friday night. As I approached the entrance I realised I had no idea what he looked like, so I texted him. I said "I'm fat and carrying a Racing Post" which, let's face it, didn't narrow the field. “Okay”, he texted back, “I'm six feet four and black”.)
Anyway, the other day he tweeted that he was re-reading my book and that I should publish it and at least two other drunk people said they'd buy it. And Helen tweeted to say said she'd do the cover, like she did so brilliantly for One Dog and His Man. All I had to was choose a horse.
So I've been boring her with photos and videos of What's Up Boys. Especially this one – the Coral Cup at the Cheltenham Festival 2000, when he loses his place at the front of the pack, drifts back to 20th, is 15th jumping the last and then runs up the hill like I've never seen before or since. At 40/1. When I fell in love...